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Nov 2012
To The Ocean
The sky turns a bluish gray
My soul just up and ran away
The ocean is near
The roar you can hear
A salt in the air
A frizz to your hair
Run away with me
Let’s hide from society
Desiree Schort
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Desiree Schort
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   Blaine T Voss
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